Chapter 136
Chapter 136
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 136
Chapter Title: Olga Virtus #04
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Ah... My head hurts.
A throbbing headache washed over me, dragging up memories of that Christmas when I'd chugged three bottles of soju alone at home, bingeing Netflix until I passed out.
I had no idea why my head was spinning so much today. Was I coming down with something?
"Why is the room so dark...? Kaiyen? Shaomei?"
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in an unfamiliar bedroom. Where had I fallen asleep? The church dorms? The Silver dorms? The Bronze dorms? I tried to recall, but the memory just wouldn't come.
Still, judging by the faint glow of candlelight and nothing else... maybe this was my bedroom...?
—Creak.
"..Huh? What the hell is this?"
As I tried to sit up, I realized my wrists were bound to something.
Once I noticed that, I looked down at my body and saw my limbs tied spread-eagled to the bedposts with soft, luxurious fabric.
Fuck, what the hell is going on?
"What, what is this? A dream? Where the hell am I?!"
A succubus attack? Heretic kidnapping? Or had I actually blacked out right after the power thief snatched me?
The worst, most fucked-up scenarios I didn't even want to imagine started exploding in my mind.
"Calm down. Let's think... my last memory..."
I steadied my pounding heart and recalled what I'd been doing right before falling asleep.
-"I'm not running away, Olga. I'll slay the Demon King with my head held high and create a world where my women and friends can all be happy." -
...Right. I'd said that to Olga with all the conviction I could muster, we'd shared a kiss...
'Status window. The quest got canceled, and the reward was distributed.'
There was some long-winded system message too. Something about an error issuing the wrong quest, so they were giving compensation.
...Can the status window glitch out like that?
'Yeah, I was just reading the status window quietly when suddenly a sharp prick at the back of my neck, and then... black.'
But that only made things more confusing.
Me and Olga alone together—who the hell kidnapped me, and why?!
'No way Olga, who'd cried and laughed with me, shared our love, promised to be lovers... no way she drugged me and tied me up like this, right?'
It was too absurd to even imagine.
That gentle, kind-hearted Olga kidnapping me on some whim after I accepted her love? I shoved the thought out of my head immediately.
—Bam!
"Oh my, you're awake, my hu~s~band♡"
Someone threw open the door and stepped in. The room was too dark to make out her figure clearly, but that voice and tone—I knew them.
"..O-Olga?"
Holy shit, was this for real? Olga actually kidnapped me?
But as the world's most famous detective novels say, when you've eliminated all other possibilities, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.
And the only possibility left was that Olga had been bought off or brainwashed by heretics without realizing it.
"Olga, I don't know what's going on, but untie me ri—oh..."
I tried to shout with all my strength to snap her out of the heretics' brainwashing, but the words died in my throat.
"Hehe, so my husband really does like this sort of thing, huh?"
The Olga in my memories was always a beautiful, pure saint in the church's iconic white nun's habit.
But the Olga now was dressed in something straight out of an adult shop—black lingerie that barely covered her curves, her ample breasts spilling out precariously, complete with garter belts accentuating her thick thighs.
And the panties barely qualified as fabric; her ass was fully on display, and with a little focus, you could even glimpse her pink slit.
"What do you think? It's lingerie I've never shown to a man, let alone another woman...?"
"O-Olga... what the hell is going on...?"
I stammered in shock, but Olga ignored me, strutting toward me like a runway model showing off her body in a slow, swaying gait.
'Is black lingerie the trend these days or something?'
Agnes too—where did these girls even get their hands on black lingerie like that? But on Olga, it exuded maximum taboo allure.
Especially since she'd kept her head veil on, making the fallen saint vibe hit even harder.
No, fuck, that's not the point!
"Olga? Calm down. You've been brainwashed. There are heretics in the church called the Black Sun Cult...!"
"Black Sun? Oh... you mean the ones who tried to burn my husband?"
Ignoring my pleas, Olga climbed onto the bed and slowly straddled my waist.
Through the thin blanket, I could feel the soft warmth of her skin. Which also meant... I was naked under the covers.
"There were guys like that, sure... Hehe, but that's irrelevant now. My husband♡"
"Irrelevant? What do you mean, Olga? What the hell is all this...?"
I said that, but her eyes were all too familiar.
The same predatory gaze that Shaomei and Al'Miraz had given me—like a beast eyeing its prey.
'"This is a dream. A dream where I have dirty thoughts about Olga...!"'
The Olga in my memories would never act like this.
She was pure like Violet, gentle and emotional, smiling happily at the smallest joys...!
"I never planned for things to go this far, my husband. Really. If you'd rejected me, I was just going to let you go."
Olga settled her soft ass on my stomach, tracing my pecs with her fingers and flashing a wicked grin.
A sly smile that would've suited Sion perfectly—I felt like I might pass out just looking at it.
"But when you said you loved me... I started getting greedy too."
"..Greedy? What do you mean, Olga?"
"It's simple~ No matter what I do, no matter what tricks I pull, Agnes that damned bitch is always your number one now, right?"
Calling Agnes a 'damned bitch'? Olga swearing? I squeezed my eyes shut against the unbelievable reality.
'This is a nightmare. An absurd fucking nightmare!'
"..Hehe, quite the shock for you, huh? Going from sweet little Olga to... this."
Mmwah. Soft lips pressed against mine.
Before I could say a word, she pecked my lips and pulled back, trembling with excitement, her face enraptured.
"Hnn... But you told me, didn't you? That I don't have to be a good girl anymore... That it's okay to be bad Olga?"
Did I? Had I said that? When? More importantly, was this the real Olga?
"Th-then, all this time, the you I've seen...?"
"Oh, it was all sincere, at least. I wanted to show you only my good side in front of you, so you could say every version of me was real."
Tap tap. She drummed on my chest over the blanket, then trailed her fingertips over my muscles, licking her lips.
"But... yeah, this time that bitch crossed the line. Agnes that damned whore knew exactly how I was feeling and still sent that lovey-dovey letter like she was rubbing it in."
"O-Olga, your eyes are scary. They're glazing over. Calm down first, okay?"
Sleeping with Olga wasn't the issue. The problem was her unstable state—like watching Shaomei on the verge of rampaging.
But my attempts to soothe her fell flat. Still flushed with excitement, she reached under the bed and pulled something out.
"Wh-what's that, Olga? Don't tell me you're gonna kill me here to have me all to yourself...?!"
"As if. How could I ever hurt my husband? I'm not that evil."
No, this looked plenty evil and depraved, but Olga casually pulled out a syringe and injected it into her own arm.
...Her own arm? Why was Olga injecting herself?
"Wh-what drug is that? Why inject yourself all of a sudden? Olga?"
"Hehe, always such a worrywart. Relax. It's not dangerous like narcotics or anything."
Good... not drugs, then. I'd gotten nervous seeing her dilated pupils.
"It's just an ovulation inducer I prepared for tonight. Honestly, husband!"
"Ovulation... inducer? What kind?"
"What kind? Obviously the kind to get pregnant with your baby...♡"
Olga covered her face with both hands like she was embarrassed to even say it, but my head started spinning.
Pregnancy? What the actual fuck?
"..I know. Yeah. I know I can't monopolize you among those damned bitches. And I can't just kidnap you and run off, either."
"O...Olga..?"
"So I came up with a plan. A way to stick it to that bitch who claimed first-wife spot just by confessing first. Hehe, originally it was a last resort to force responsibility if you rejected my love."
My dizziness and headache intensified.
Bitches? Monopolize? Kidnap? Pregnancy? Ovulation drugs? Last resort if I didn't accept her love...?
'No way... Olga prepared a pregnancy trap for me...?'
...Of course, with my personality, I'd never abandon a woman carrying my child. But sweet, innocent Olga scheming something like this...?
"I'll be the one pregnant with your first child. Then all that love those bitches get will go straight to you, me, and our baby instead. Sure, I'll get less love too... but hehe, what does it matter if a side chick like me claims first wife?"
"Olga, this isn't right. Ours was supposed to be pure, devoted love..."
"Even as an imperial princess, a goddess can't accept a saint-baby-daddy as first wife. I'll be first wife, and Agnes that damned bitch... concubine might be too pitiful, and you wouldn't like it, so maybe court lady?"
Wrong. Olga wasn't listening anymore.
Madness like Sion's was already glinting in her eyes. Nothing I said would matter now...!
"There, after I milk you five times or so, I'll untie you. Then we can enjoy all the pure baby-making you talked about♡"
"I-I have to slay the Demon King, Olga. No time for child-rearing...!"
But as I resisted to the end, Olga smirked slyly and brought her lips to my ear.
Her full, saintly breasts pressed against my chest, and a black rose perfume gently tickled my nose.
"Don't worry about child-rearing. The church has plenty of tight-lipped maids and wet nurses. But you have to name the baby yourself, okay?"
Ah. This was hopeless.
'...If I can't escape, maybe enjoy it?'
I kept talking to buy time, struggling against the cloths binding my wrists and ankles, but they felt like special artifacts or holy relics—my limbs wouldn't budge.
And unfortunately, against my will, Little Arthin was loving this; it pitched a massive 24-man tent under the blanket, proudly on display.
"See? Even you don't hate it, husband."
Unlike me pretending not to notice, Olga smiled in satisfaction at Little Arthin's reaction and slowly lifted the blanket.
"Now then... time to become a daddy, my husband♡"
Daddy? Me, a dad? I'd even studied contraception spells to avoid this with my lovers, and now this?!
I wasn't ready to be a dad. Someday, sure, but not now!
"S-someone, help...!!"
Like the heroine in some rape manga, I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed inwardly for rescue.
"Hehe, no one's coming no matter how much you play hard to get. No one can access the basement, and Kaiyen's being watched by Priest Thomas."
As if she'd anticipated even that, Olga declared victory and yanked the blanket clean off my hips.
Game over. Now I'd have to impregnate Olga...!
"Enough of your bullshit! Olga Virtus!"
Suddenly, a familiar voice boomed through the room.
"..That voice? Who are you!? How dare you call me 'bullshit' to my face!"
"Who else? Your husband's wife, here to protect him!"
Purple light flashed behind Olga's back. She spun around as Violet struck a heroic pose—arms crossed, cape billowing wider and grander than usual—in her witch outfit.
"...V-Violet?"
It was Violet, her cape dramatically larger and fluttering.
"Violet...! You're interfering with me again...!!"
Rumble!!
The building shook with a massive roar.
Earthquake? But seeing Olga's hair floating in the air, it looked like she was causing it.
'..Th-this has to be a dream, right?'
Staring at the surreal sight of naked me caught between Olga and Violet in a stare-down, I could do nothing.
I just prayed desperately that this was a dream and I'd wake up soon—but no miracle came.